Long sessions of meditations, satsang( company of pious people seeking truth) and introspection made me think that all my inner conflicts have vanished , I have learned to control my anger, and peace and calmness dawned on me.

I accepted that God has given us so many ups and downs in life to make us tough.

I realized that all religions teach same virtues love, compassion, kindness, harmony and compatibility and only some intolerant of follower spread hate and disturbance for their personal gain and power.

I understood completely that anger and greed are the biggest enemies and empathy and forgiveness are our biggest friend and liberate us.

But…when I read about rapists, terrorists and people who commit heinous crimes, through acid on others, oppress weak and poor, all thoughts of forgiveness evaporated, I wished I could make them stand in a line and shoot them, some people don’t deserve to live.

They clamor and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
child, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let
your gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the
evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my
child. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.

A Party For Peace.

I’m not a party person so the very idea of party scares me, moreover, I never had a chance to organize a very big party as peace lovers are much more in numbers compared to those who are destroyer of peace. I’ve met thousands of people who wants peace in this world. All religions preach love, compassion and peace so how come there is so much unrest, terrorism, violence, wars in this world. How come handful of people in their greed of money and power can teach and spread so much hatred amongst people in the name of color, caste, creed and religion and if it can be taught so definitely love also can be taught.

I’ll request my wonderful friends Kozo, Archita and RaraSaur to help me organize the party and I’m sure these kind souls will help me.

All peace lovers are welcome to my place with their great ideas of how to teach love and compassion and remove hatred from people’s mind. Since this is the party of peace lovers so there is going to be a lot of fun, music and food to suit everyone’s taste. In the end we all will sing a song,

‘One Song’

of love, compassion , compatibility and peace.

‘One Song’- ‘Rumi’

Every war and every conflict between human beings
has happened because of some disagreement about names.

It is such an unnecessary foolishness,
because just beyond the arguing
there is a long table of companionship
set and waiting for us to sit down.

What is praised is one, so the praise is one too,
many jugs being poured into a huge basin.
All religions, all this singing, one song.
The differences are just illusion and vanity.
Sunlight looks a little different on this wall
than it does on that wall
and a lot different on this other one,
but it is still one light.

We have borrowed these clothes,
these time-and-space personalities,
from a light, and when we praise,
we are pouring them back in.

Optimist

Six years old Grandson, whose both feet had been amputated, when he was four had long back accepted his disability and tried to be always happy lest grandma becomes sad, suddenly requested his grandma-‘ I want shoes ! ‘
Grandma, who was taking him for a ride on his wheel chair, looked sadly at him.
‘ Don’t look so sad dear, I want them for my best friend, he cannot buy shoes and cannot play without them,’ said he.
Grandma lovingly showered blessings on him.
He laughed ‘ One day, with your blessings I am going to climb Mount Everest like ‘Tom Whitekar‘ and ‘Arunima Sinhama ‘ .

( Tom Whittaker (born 1948 in York) was the first disabled person to climb to the summit of Mount Everest.[1]

Whittaker’s right foot needed to be amputated following a car accident in 1979. Following this serious accident, he regained his strength and continued climbing.